On the morning of returning to Taijo Shrine, the frost was heavy, and the sun hung like a broken egg yolk above the waters of the Amber River. As I stood in front of my dormitory, I saw a flock of white cuckoos flying low through the black trees, circling for a moment around the black tiles of the vermilion corridor on the side of the dormitory, leaving a few mournful cries and a few feathers, and I saw that my wrists and steps were splashed with the blood of cuckoos.

The third brother died, the cuckoo cried blood, and the disaster of Xiliang was about to come. Through the water mirror conjured up by the master, I saw the mourning palace servants holding the black panther flag in their hands, covered with vegetarian clothes, and the mourning scarves on their heads were swaying in the wind. Walking behind were four palace servants carrying a sedan chair, carrying an empty sedan chair, and I knew that the empty sedan chair carried the third brother's fine clothes and crown.

I hate the dead, even if the dead are my Li Hao, the king of Xiang who ruled Xiliang for several years. His coffin is now housed in the palace's Mukden Hall, surrounded by thousands of golden daisies, and the attendants look to me like cypress trees in a cemetery. I didn't want to look any further, I didn't want my eyes to be so close to the coffin. And my half-brothers, who were standing at the back of the hall, looked at each other with a hostile gaze, why did they always like to look at their siblings like that? I don't like them. I would rather stare at the bronze cauldron in front of the hall, they stand alone on the side of the palace wall, the firewood under the kettle is still not extinguished, the divine water in the kettle is still wafting the heat, and there is an old palace servant who is adding firewood to the ashes.

Someone rang the big bell hanging on the porch, and the people in front of the Fengtian Temple knelt down together, although those people could not see me in the middle of the sky, but I also knelt down. I heard the old and vigorous voice of the master of ceremonies sounding in silence, bowing to the king...... Worship the king...... King...... King. A buzzing sound immediately sounded in front of the Fengtian Palace, and my face was expression, and I looked at the remains of the third brother for the last time, the third brother who used to play with the world, the suave third brother, is now lying in the coffin of Nanmu like a withered rotten wood. I think death is terrible. I used to think that the omnipotent Li Hao was immortal, but he was truly dead, like a piece of withered rotten wood lying in a huge coffin. I saw that the coffin was full of funerary goods, gold, silver, jade, agate, and all kinds of jewelry, many of which I liked, such as a short bronze sword with rubies, and I wanted to lean over to get it, but I knew that I could not just hunt the third brother's burial goods.

The carriages and horses were parked in the depression in front of the palace, waiting for the palace servants to bring the red coffins of the concubines to accompany them. I counted through the water mirror, and there were seven red coffins. I heard that the concubines who accompanied the funeral were given to death with white silk last night, and their red coffins will surround the mausoleum of the third brother from the direction of up and down, forming an auspicious shape of seven stars and the moon. I also heard that one of the concubines was ordered to die and be buried, and she refused to obey, and she ran barefoot in the palace, and was later pursued by three palace servants and forcibly strangled with white silk.

The ceremony of farewell to the former king was soon completed, and the palace servants filled the coffin with sand, and then nailed ninety-nine long nails to the lid of the coffin, and the guards sent it all the way to the royal tomb outside the city of Dunhuang.

I didn't want to look any more and turned off the water mirror with my hand. I used to think that things in this world, out of reach, always seemed to be brighter. Or maybe it's too bright to reach.

Like, the boy I once thought I was within reach has now become the most dazzling star in the distant heavenly river. So, that bright light burned in my heart, causing me to toss and turn, and my heart was full of patience.

However, the star was still gone, and all that was left was a faint starlight.

I don't know how I passed out in front of the dormitory, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Lin Yuan, the master of the Middle Heaven Kingdom, standing in front of the bed, who was leaning over and staring at me, and the backlight of the moon shining behind him, reflecting his silhouette deeply in my eyes.

Feeling extremely weak, I stretched out my hand, called out softly, "Master", and burst into tears in an instant. He reached over to touch me, but his hand turned blood-red in mid-air.

I was stunned to find that the person who was standing opposite me and stretched out his hand was actually Wei Wuji. He opened his mouth and called "Amo", blood spurted out of his mouth, and before he could land, he turned into a thousand jumping Agashnes. Those jumping red fish instantly condensed into a sharp blade and pierced into the chest, it was the third brother Li Hao, who stabbed the dagger into his heart with one hand, laughing wildly, and turned into a flood of fire. It was a fire that had been ignited from the Tianyuan Hall, steaming upwards and distorting the entire sky, making everything very strange......

I was shocked and woke up to find that it was already bright outside the window.

It turned out that everything was a nightmare for me. Now that I wake up from the dream, the pain is clearer.

"Amo, you're finally awake." A familiar woman's voice came from the side.